What we miss, what we lose pt. 1
Where the fashion is plastic W(r)AP,
tippety tap Pop twap, no more of that
boom bap passion, Elmer Fud fudging up the facets
Omitted verses, bring 'em back;
Reinstate the hip hop classes,
-Rock classics to com-Pete.
Freestyles with stories
without penile distortions;
or a body count of abortions,
growing big Pharma fortunes
off plan "B" school courses.
Don't tell me you had no choices.
With that big of a dick in your mouth,
of course you're voiceless.
Don't force your corsets
in front of men cause you're coinless.
What's corny is,
there's better women who're toiling
while you're out whoring
around and about, preforming.
Anywhere the bitch blows,
doesn't really matter to me,
that shit needs no sympathy.
And though perverse schemes
fuel faux machines,
cruel though it seems;
word for word
and verse per verse indeed:
Purse your lips, terse hand on your hips.
Raise your phones, adjust your tits.
Duck faces, "it's just a pic,"
It's Only- the adoring -Fans offering tips,
Rationale femme fatales excuses;
"It's just the tip."